La da da da,
La da da da da,
La da da da da,
Come with me
Hail Mary (yea)
Hahahaha

Lately been in denial about the path I’ve taken
My head up north like Nile to leave this doom we facin
Wayne Manor comin up yea, please buy my shirts I’m so poor
They always called me the sad king, please rub my back it’s so sore
It’s so sore
It’s so sore

(Huh?) I ain’t in the mood
I be writing in the booth
That’s just me livin in my car
I got dreams of bein a star

Bet that imma get Punch on the phone
Dreamt I met em then corona hit
I was in the lobby when the Jazz left
Rudy Gobert give me a check (aha!)

I live in debt to the studio
Rock her wagon wheels word to hootie blow
I learn alchemy through the crucible
Cobain, I just shoot then go

Karma it finally caught up to me,
Inner child fought for custody
Enemies shot no more ducking me, Sucking be all y’all want from me,
Never to call or to comfort me
I ain’t your prey, I ain’t gon bow
I’m way too proud I’m so profound, Synesthesia, seeing sounds,
Smoke sativa smellin loud (uh) {Druce}

Imma be the new Jay (uh)
Beat em like Renegade (uh)
Maybe tryna throw shade
Bars got you amazed (yeah)


Lately been in denial about the path I’ve taken
My head up north like Nile to leave this doom we facin
Wayne Manor comin up yea, please buy my shirts I’m so poor
They always call me sad king, please rub my back I’m so sore


World turning into Mad Max
The thunderdome in my city yo,
I’m Doc Dre with Pac in the video
Tryna free up the city’s soul

Proud family got my back
Lawrence Taylor get the sack
Joe Theisman, bad timing now you know don’t make me mad (this crazy)

Capricorn with a stone face
A Sea goat tryna find my tale
My bitch a witch playin card games
So I tarot up like a Libra Scale

Mean it like a ounce, you need to keep up
I’m fightin you fools with my foo
and my foot
On the back of your neck
cuz you ain’t really rough
I see through ya crew why you tryin to stunt? (ahhahaha)

Lately been in denial about the path I’ve taken
My head up north like Nile to leave this doom we facin
Wayne Manor comin up yea, please buy my shirts I’m so poor
They always call me sad king, please rub my back it’s so sore
It’s so sore


Come with me, (ahahahaha)
Hail Mary (uh)